Skip to main content

the pace of pregnancy

for those who are looking for a pregnancy update, we are now 30 weeks into this thing, and all is going well.  Shannon feels great, and looks great, as you can see in this picture from 29 weeks:

and here is our little yet unnamed man.  he looks contemplative, as if he's meditating on something:

pregnancy is such a strange little snippet of time.  you go into it knowing approximately how long it's goinig to take, and yet even with that foreknowledge, it still seems to fly by.  easy for me to say, right?  i'm not the one lugging around another member of the species around my midsection for the better part of a year.  still, though, it is amazing how knowing when something is going to happen doesn't seem to have much affect on our perception of time.  nine months seems like such a long time, but it has felt like 3 months.  and we still have so much to do!  we have to pick out a name and move shannon's office and babify our house and prepare ourselves for a daily regimen of 2-3 hours of sleep.  and while we sit and think and shop for new car seats (who knew they expire?!), that little human is just contemplatin' and percolatin' and before we know it, he'll be here, screaming his little head off. 

will we be ready for him? 

and, when i look at jack and cade wrestling on the floor i have to wonder, will he be ready for us? 

ready or not, the time is approaching, and it's approaching at a breakneck pace, so i need to go move a desk and do some painting.  and spend the next month sleeping. 


Emoly said…
truthfully those 3-d ultrasounds sort of freak me out. But what I find compelling about yours is how much he looks like Jack (and you, greg). I've always thought most of those images just look like aliens, yours is the first I have ever thought to look like a human baby. That is awesome. Good luck and go get some sleep.
Happy said…
She looks radiant! I was going to say before I even read the bulk of your post how another person's pregnancy always seems to go by in the blink of an eye!

Carseats expiring...I actually used that as a point in my constant discussion of why we should have another and do it we don't need to buy a new infant seat. But alas, I sold it on Craigslist b/c it was due to expire in a year and I'm not winning my case. Hee, hee.

Enjoy the last ten weeks of preparing and savoring sleep! I'm sure that baby boy will be born as if he was meant to be the perfect addition to your sweet family! God has a way of doing that!

Popular posts from this blog


i made these comments and prayed the following prayer at one of our worship services at SPWF yesterday, and had a few folks asked if i would post them, so there they are: 
It has been a season of terrible tragedy.  And I have noticed in the news a trending phrase: thoughts and prayers.  It even has its own hashtag on twitter and other social media, but net necessarily in a good way.  People are understandably tired of hearing about others’ thoughts and prayers, when that is only a thinly-veiled way of saying that our only obligation to those who suffer is a brief moment of silence, or nothing more than a tweet or public statement.  The truth is that, for those of us who follow Jesus, much is required when our neighbors suffer.  We are called to do justice where we can, to love kindness and mercy, and to walk with God through it all.  But let us be careful not to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater.  We are, as people of faith, those who know that prayer is not simply an em…

a divided tree

there is a tree in my back yard.  i'm pretty sure it's an oak tree.  at least that's what i think Shannon told me.  i don't know my oaks from my maples, my elms from my locusts.  to me, it's a tree: a corinthian column bursting up into life and glory.  full of sap and pulp and rings and bugs and cells pulsing with water and always reaching for something.  it is full of rhythm, reach and flourish then fall and die, and repeat. 

this particular tree, though, isn't of one mind. 

half of it's rusted orange leaves have given up their grip and surrendered -gracefully or not - to the pull of gravity and the threat of winter.  the north side of this inauspicious oak is just about bare naked, all sticks and straight lines, a skeleton of itself.  but the side that looks south is stubbornly resisting change.  no longer green, the leaves have compromised their summer vibrancy, but they are clearly not ready to concede death just yet. 

i feel like i can relate to this …

thankful right now

"if the only prayer you ever say in your life is 'thank you,' it will be enough." -Meister Eckhart

"thanksgiving is inseparable from prayer." -John Wesley

i've been thinking about gratitude quite a bit this week, and how to foster a thankful spirit in the midst of the barrage of bad news that for me is punctuated by yet another "breaking news" notification on my phone, interrupting the busyness of my day to rudely remind me that the world's brokenness knows nothing of limits or boundaries, not to mention my schedule or sanity.  still, the bad news keeps coming. 

i just scrolled through my most recent notifications just from the last few days and they contain phrases like "crimes against humanity," "57 million users hacked, but not reported," "alleged pattern of sexual abuse," and "extremely disturbing," just to name a few.  how am i supposed to be present at a staff meeting when my phone is buzzing …